I had a dream. This dream was black and white. And this dream was in slow motion. I'm in a red wagon, the ones we rode as kids. In this dream I'm rolling downhill, and the handle is gone. In fact, when I look down at my hands, they aren't there anymore. To the side of me are memories, regrets, loves, enemies, triumphs, and a record player. I recognize the song immediately. It's this one, and it's playing over and over again.
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